One day, I decided to go on a hunt, like I normally do every couple of days… what I did not know, was this one decision would change the course of history or the course of the direction in which my life could have gone… everything would change on this day, for better or for worse, I took the good with the bad… I took it all…
As I was sifting through the forest, quietly, trying to go after some bigger game this time, I got lost in the focused trance of the tracks. I spent four or five hours out here in the quiet, yet loud forest. I realized I should make my way back home before it gets dark outside. The forest is not somewhere you want to be after dark, that is, if you don't have to be.
After about an hour of walking, I started to get closer to the house, but I started to smell smoke… I wondered if someone was out here… praying that it was just a campfire nearby… I then heard… Bucky… as he was nervously neighing, loudly, in a panicked state…
